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“Good girl.” He whispers against my ear as his hand rubs a soft circle on my ass, dipping between it to caress my clit, causing me to gasp, “Is this part of your service?”
“Only with you.” He chuckles against my ear as I feel his rigid cock nestling between my ass cheeks and he says huskily, “Pleasure and pain, that is what I can offer you and a lifetime reminder at the end of it.”
“You had better be talking about the tattoo and not a baby.” I groan, causing him to laugh and whisper, “If babies are conceived in your ass, that’s a possibility.”
“What the…” I jerk my head up and he forces it down and whispers, “You’ll love it.”
His cock teases me from behind and I expect it’s the whole forbidden scene we’ve got going on that makes me gasp, “Do it.”
He lifts my ass with one hand under me and gently caresses my clit and says, “First the pain before the pleasure, followed by more pain.”
He drops me and I hear the machine start up again and knowing what is coming after the pain is distinctly thrilling.
I can only concentrate on that as he resumes his work and after the initial pain, my body adjusts to it as he decorates my ass.
I’m not sure how much time passes before the machine stops and he lifts my ass up as before, his finger massaging my clit as he whispers, “Ready, tiger?”
“Okay.” For some reason I am shy about this, which is a fucking joke considering what I’m letting him do and as his cock teases me from behind, I find myself waiting with disgusted anticipation for something that feels so wrong it can’t be right.
He drags his cock through my wet heat that is betraying my dignity and, as he hovers at the entrance to my ass, he whispers, “This may be uncomfortable but go with it.”
I don’t say a word as he eases in gently, and he was right. It is uncomfortable and not particularly pleasant. Then he slides home, and I can’t help the tortured moan that fills the air as he claims a part of me I didn’t know was up for negotiation. It’s so good as he moves in and out, filling me from behind, giving me an experience I never thought I’d have.
He plays with my clit and it scrambles my mind because this is the dirtiest thing I have ever done and I like it. He makes me wild in every way and as every emotion inside me battles to be the right one, I come so hard they all scatter for cover as he goes there, anyway.
He comes hard with a roar, and his hot cum fills my ass, dripping down my thighs, informing me I’m a disgusting whore. I am letting him desecrate my body in every way and I should be ashamed of myself.
I’m not.
I am liberated. As if I can take on the world and I expect it’s because nobody will ever know how low I went but me. Alexei will walk away, and I will be happy to see him go, leaving me with the dirtiest secret to guard like I’m the only one who knows the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.
He pulls out and leaves me drowning in his semen as he continues his work on my ass, the pain no longer consuming my attention. All I feel is total relaxation. Multiple orgasms appear to conquer every other emotion and I lie wallowing in my own wantonness as I allow a stranger to tattoo my ass.
He could be writing anything, and I should be freaking out right now, but I’m not. All I’m thinking of is when we can do that again, which shows how far he has ruined me already. I know I won’t walk out of here the same person who foolishly stumbled in, and I’ll have a memento of that to live on me forever.
It’s ages before he turns off the machine and presses something cold on my ass before pulling me up to a standing position.
“Come.” He says with a wink and guides me across to the mirror and says proudly, “Turn around. It’s a little red, but that will soon fade.”
I peer anxiously into the mirror and stare at the small red rose that curls against my skin and, for some reason, it brings tears to my eyes.
He strokes my face and says with concern, “Don’t you like it?”
“I…” I blink, the wet tears spilling down my face. “I love it, Alexei. Thank you.”
I’m surprised to find that I do because he has created the most perfect delicate rose on my ass with jagged thorns protecting it.
We both admire his work, and he whispers, “I want to decorate your skin, little one. I want to create a masterpiece on top of nature’s one. There are many images that come to mind that I want to see on you. It would be my finest work.”
“You do?” I stare into his eyes as he cups my cheek and I lean into his rough hands, the ink covering them so sexy it makes my head spin.
He bends to kiss my lips and whispers, “Twenty-three hours is not enough time for what I have planned for you, Serena. I am regretting my terms and conditions already, but only have myself to blame.”
I say nothing because I feel it too. The more time I spend with him, the more I fear the clock ticking. I never want to wake up from this dream because I have everything I want flying high above the clouds.
Freedom, abandonment from my responsibilities, and him. The man who makes me believe I can conquer the world. The man who has made me fearless and yet fearful at the same time.
What the fuck have I done?
